Civilization and Harmony Hogwarts

Chapter 136 Buying a Magic Wand 2

"However, in my experience, longer wands are more likely to choose taller wizards, but they are more likely to be attracted to wizards with strong personalities who have a broader and more compelling style of magic; prefers to cast elegant and refined spells."

Ollivander babbled on and didn't care if anyone answered him.

In other words, mumbling to himself is just his own personal thinking habit.

He is more immersed in his own world, in fact, he has no intention of talking to others at all.

Afu knew Ollivander's eccentricity, so she didn't speak, but quietly watched Ollivander measure various relevant data for Tom.

Arm length, forearm length, height, head circumference...

Tom's various body measurements were measured and recorded one by one.

"Oh...Mr. Gaunt, may I ask which hand is your dominant hand?" Ollivander was dazzled by the huge amount of data and the chaotic thoughts just now, and completely forgot that he had asked this question just now.

Facing Ollivander's repeated questions, Tom was not a little impatient, but politely repeated his answer again: "Right hand, my dominant hand is the right hand, sir."

Ollivander only reacted when he heard the familiar answer.

"Sorry, Mr. Gunter." He blinked, "You know, sometimes your brain is not very bright, and you can't turn around for a while."

"In addition, Hogwarts is about to start school recently, and it is really too busy-many little wizards come here to buy wands every day." Ollivander's tone revealed full of pride, "Even including France, Germany... the young wizards in other countries have chosen Ollivander."

"Ollivander has been making and selling high-quality wands since 380 BC. It is the best choice for wizards." Ollivander smiled confidently at the moment.

Seeing the pride and pride on Ollivander's face, Tom was in a trance for a moment.

'Is this... Ollivander's confidence? '

'Ollivander's proud family glory? '

'Not pure blood, not riches, just a deeply studied art - an unparalleled understanding of the craft of wands. '

"Okay, you can relax now." Ollivander's voice brought Tom back to consciousness.

Ollivander straightened his bent body due to the measurement data, and hammered his lower back with a clenched fist, muttering: "Really, I'm still young, why is my waist so bad..."

While complaining in a low voice, he turned and walked towards the dense wall of wands.

"We have an appointment with someone, please stop joking with Tom." Afu knew that Ollivander liked to see little wizards at a loss, so he raised his voice to remind, "Maybe there are many little wizards behind, They're going to have some interesting reactions."

Ollivander's figure froze as expected.

"The professors at Hogwarts will take a few days to pick up those little Muggle-born wizards." Afu exchanged this news with Ollivander.

Muggle-born little wizards are more interesting when they try wands because they are new to the wizarding world.

Ollivander spread his hands helplessly and promised, "Okay, okay..."

He accepts the exchange, and immediately walks with purposeful brisk steps in one direction.

"It should be this." Ollivander pulled out a slender cardboard box from the dense wall of wands.

"Try this." He turned back with the carton, walked up to Tom and opened it.

"Thirteen and one-half inches, yew, phoenix tail feathers."

An ivory wand lay quietly in the cardboard box.

Below the straight and glorious tip of the staff is a section of concave part with irregular, elongated holes, and further down is a slightly thicker handle.

The middle of the handle is thinner and looks like a bone at first glance. The hook-shaped barb at the end and a small sharp protruding barb on the other end show that this wand is not "gentle and gentle". character of.

"Take it up and wave it." Ollivander instructed Tom.

Tom's gaze was attracted by the yew wood wand inside the moment the carton was opened. His sight seemed to be stuck firmly on it as if he couldn't control it, and he couldn't look away.

The beating heart in the chest seemed to be jumping for joy.

There was a voice whispering in Tom's ear—"That's it."

Tom stretched out his hand cautiously, and his fingertips fell from the tip of the stick to the handle carefully. It stroked the protruding barbs, and then grasped the handle very naturally, as if it had been touched and squeezed countless times, and the index finger stuck on the handle. On the barb between the handle and the body of the rod.

"Wave your wand."

Tom followed Ollivander's words and waved his wand.

In an instant, he felt as if a stream of heat flowed from his fingertips, and immediately after, a string of shining stars emerged from the tip of the smooth and round ivory white wand.

"Oh! Perfect!" cried Ollivander excitedly. "It chose you, boy! It chose you!"

Ollivander was a little excited and couldn't contain himself. He rubbed his hands and paced back and forth: "Yew, the tail feathers of the phoenix."

"What a wonderful and harmonious combination."

"Sir, do they have any meaning?" Tom held his wand contentedly, perhaps too satisfied, he was rarely interested in the "wonderful and harmonious combination" that Ollivander said.

Tom's question tickled Ollivander's itch - besides seeing the helpless, "unworldly" look of the young wizard, he was also happy to share the characteristics of their wand with the young wizard.

"Yew wands are an extremely rare species, and their ideal owners are also unusual, and occasionally even notorious." Ollivander bluntly said that he didn't pay attention to what unlucky things he said.

"The yew wand will give the holder the power to control life and death. Of course, this can also be used to describe all wands." Ollivander spread his hands.

"Because of the poisonous sap, yew is often associated with magic and death," Ollivander said. Seen as the 'tree of immortality', it also symbolizes the reincarnation of the soul."

"The ancient Celtic priests regarded the yew tree as a symbol of eternal life and immortality."

"Wands made from the wood of this longest-lived tree are common in the hands of heroes and villains alike. When wizards and yew wands are buried together, the wand will take root and grow into a great tree, guarding To the grave of the dead master."

"Furthermore, yew wands retain a particularly dark and dire reputation in the field of dueling and all curses."

Perhaps because he finally realized that his words might affect the mood of the little wizard, Ollivander added: "However, it cannot be assumed that people who use yew wands are more likely to be attracted to black magic. It is suitable for men and women who use yew wands. Wizards may also have a strong desire to protect others."

"One thing is certain, a yew wand will never choose a mediocre or timid master."